Nancy hadn't expected Simon to come directly to her for an interrogation.
"Simon, I have no idea what you're talking about."
Simon violently grabbed Nancy by the collar.
"The bomb in Maeve's car. Did you hire someone to plant it?"
Nancy shoved him away hard. "Are you a psycho? Why are you blowing up at me for no reason?"
Perfect. Even her brother was rattled, which meant Maeve was likely dead.
Simon couldn't stand her playing dumb, and he felt a crushing sense of disappointment in his sister.
"Do you have any idea what kind of apocalyptic disaster you've just caused?"
Nancy let out a cold scoff. "I've been sitting perfectly fine in my own house. What disaster could I possibly cause?"
"Simon, you rush in here screaming like a maniac. Who exactly is this for? Maeve?"
"Don't forget your last name. You are a Grover. The Grover Family and The White Family are mortal enemies. If Maeve is really dead, shouldn't we be popping champagne to celebrate?"
"Oh, I almost forgot. You have a crush on Maeve."
"Wake up, Simon. Setting aside the fact that she's married, even if she were single, she would never, ever choose you."
Simon pulled a small box from his pocket and flicked it open right in front of her face.
Inside rested a pristine prosthetic eye. The color matched Nancy's remaining good eye flawlessly.
"Do you know what this is?"
The moment Nancy saw it, she lunged forward.
"My new eye is ready?"
But she was too slow and grasped at empty air.
Simon tossed the box aside, pinched the prosthetic eye between his fingers, and sneered at her.
"I had this custom-made just for you. I was planning to have the doctors implant it as soon as your body recovered."
"Now I see all my effort was completely wasted on someone who doesn't deserve it."
Before Nancy could even react, Simon threw the eye onto the cold floor and brutally crushed it under the heel of his shoe, grinding it into the tile.
"Simon, no!"
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